Nothing Is Certain

by Eternal Innocence

It's one week before the wedding and Bella's life is now in danger from somebody formally not thought of as a threat. A dark past comes back to haunt Edward as secrets are revealed and lives are at stake. For Edward and Bella...nothing is ever certain.

1. Chapter 1: The Calendar

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I look at the calendar behind my bedroom door, stop and stare, my eyes still burning with the breaking of dawn. There it is; the most shocking, eye-opening, repulsive oh-my-god-I-want-to-hurl, big red circle around the wedding date, exactly one week away. It's been looming around my life for what seems to be eternity already.

Eternity.

Such a strange word considering the man I'm about to marry. Edward. My Edward. Together forever.

Well, hopefully forever.

It seems like nothing is ever certain when it comes to my life with Edward.

He loves me; that I am certain about. But how long this peaceful time in Forks will last for me is never certain.

Life here has come to a steady constant: the summer has gone by quickly; too quickly with all the wedding planning with Alice and the time I've been spending with Edward. Charlie insisted that I get a summer job, something that would occupy most of my time, of course. But instead I had Alice "drop by" one day to insist to Charlie that she simply "couldn't do this all by herself." While that is obviously false, Alice insists that I be by her side at every decision, whether it was what type of flowers to have as centerpieces or if I liked shrimp rather than cod, I'm trapped. At least I get to see Edward every day.

Then panic rises in me.

Where is he?

He usually wakes me up, at the crack of dawn of course, because he's so eager to see me awake.

Then it hits me. I breathe a sigh of relief; he's out hunting with the rest of the Cullen boys. He seems to be doing that much more often than he had before. Probably just because the wedding was coming up. Rather be safe than sorry!

I smile and bite my lip, thinking about the wedding night, our wedding night. It seems like that's all I can possibly think about these days. And I have a pretty good theory it's all Edward can think about as well. Every time we kiss, he does so with such force and hunger, it's unlike any other kiss imaginable, pure heat and lust. If he keeps it up, I'm sure I will die from oxygen deprivation.

Enough dawdling. I have to get to Alice and look at the wedding location today. I glance at the clock, 7:15.

Humph, too early for a Saturday.

I promised Alice I would be at Port Angeles at 8, and with my truck it will take at least 2 hours. Not exactly a good start to the day.

I race through my routine, grateful that I had showered the night before, grab a granola bar from the kitchen and trot out the door to my truck. Only, my truck isn't the only car outside my house.